Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Libya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.